Page 52 of The Road to You
He chuckles. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to, but you’re sucking my brain out of my cock. If I had to think to breathe, I’d be dead by now.”
It’s my turn to chuckle, and when he reprises his assault on my wet and engorged clit, I let out a moan while I sink his cock deep into my mouth. I suck and lick and bounce my head up and down while Michele drives a couple of fingers into my dripping pussy and pumps as he sucks my clit.
God bless his mouth. I’m so far up the peak of my pleasure that when he crooks his fingers inside me, hitting that perfect spot, an orgasm shatters me. Wave after wave of immense pleasure that Michele drags out, sucking relentlessly on the bundle of nerves that is becoming more sensitive with every surge of my pleasure.
I let Michele’s cock out of my mouth and take deep breaths. I’ve never come this hard.
“You should sell the imprint of your mouth to a sex toy factory. Women would pay tons of money to have it between their legs,” I blurt out in the dizziness of my pleasure.
Michele barks out an amused laugh while he guides me to lie down on the bed and peppers my inner thigh with kisses.
“I will consider that,” he says, lapping up my wetness and making me squirm.
I look at him while he peeks a mischievous glance between my thighs and then prowls on the bed, hovering over my body and taking in every inch of my skin.
I drag my fingers in his hair and moan when he lowers his lips on my nipples, sucking and biting, in turn, each one of my sensitive peaks. He traces his way up to my mouth, licking, kissing, and nipping my skin, and when he parts my lips in a languid kiss full of desire, I taste myself on his tongue and drag him closer.
I need to feel his hot skin against mine, touch his muscles, trace every rise and dip of his body, and commit it to memory. It would be a shame having this glorious body against mine and not try to remember for eternity how it feels. He is so perfect, and this feels so right, that I’m almost frightened at how it seems like fate put him on my path.
“Fuck me, please,” I whisper in his ear, and he lowers his gaze to mine with a smile on his lips.
“Well, since you ask so nicely,” he says, thrusting lazily, his hips against mine.
His shaft rubs against my sensitive clit, building up a second orgasm I’m sure will shatter me.
He pushes himself up, and I watch him fumble off the bed and hurry across the room, yanking open his bag like a man on a mission.
“Don’t move,” he mutters, not even glancing back at me.
I prop myself up on my elbows, breathless and grinning. “Wasn’t planning on it.”
He curses under his breath and then smiles when he finds the box of condoms, waving it at me with a grin. I can’t stop an amused laugh from leaving my lips.
“Do you always pack like a responsible adult?” I tease as he finds what he’s looking for.
I watch him rolling the condom down his length, biting my lip in anticipation of what is coming next.
“I’m Italian. We don’t take chances with pasta or protection.” He chuckles.
He returns to the bed, eyes smoldering, his voice a low growl. “Now, where were we?”
“Right about here,” I whisper, pulling him down with me.
He kisses me like his life depends on it. Deep and languid and desperate to possess me. I caress his pecks, appreciating the tickling feeling of his hair under my fingertips. I feel each one ofhis abs and grip his cock firmly with my hand as I guide it to my waiting opening.
He smiles against my lips. “Are we impatient?” he teases me.
“After two months of looking at this God-blessed goodness, yes, I’m impatient,” I remark, and he grins.
“As you wish,” he whispers in my ear while pushing deep inside me in one slow stroke.
I open my legs wide to let him settle between them and accommodate his length and girth into my wet pussy. He fills me so good, I sigh when he starts pulling out and pushing in again. He does it slowly, peppering my neck with kisses. I lower my hand, grab his asscheecks, and push my hips against his, grinding my clit against him and matching his movements stroke by stroke.
My orgasm mounts again deep inside my core, and when Michele pushes up on his knees and grabs my ankles, pushing my legs up toward my head, the angle is so deep and good that when he starts thrusting deep and hard, I’m breathless.
“It’s good. It’s so fucking good,” I moan as I study the grin on his face.
His broad chest and abs flex with every thrust, and when he lets go of one of my legs to rub his thumb against my clit, I arch my back and come in a whimpering mess.
